I know who rides with Theoden of Rohan...

Andy, living at home for the first time in years, searches the garage for a basketball. After several minutes, he resignedly picks up an old, torn-up ball. He takes a few shots, missing most of them.

Andy: "Damn, I suck now."

Shoots a bit longer, accuracy fluctuates a bit but remains about the same. Sighs.

Alex (appearing suddenly, holding a shiny leather basketball): "Maybe your fingers would remember their old strength better--if they held your old basketball."